THE zealous soldier.  
 depiction of a soldier with sword.  

I  
FOr God, and for his cause, I'll count it gain  
To lose my life; o can one happier Die,  
Then for to Fall, in battle, to maintain  
God's worship, truth, extirpate Popery:  
I fight not, for to venge myself, nor yet,  
For coin, but God's true, worship up to set.   

II  
Those mercenary soldiers that do Fight  
Only for pay, are most. Degenerate.  
Not worthy to enjoy the subjects Right  
Not worthy love of God, of Church or State,  
Though I deny not, but They useful are,  
Yet should not, with the Good, in honour share.   

III  
The Ancient Heathen, on their Foes would run,  
Their Naked breasts, would offer, to their swords  
Cause for Their country, then should Christians shun,  
To Fight for Theirs, and what more joy afford  
For Their Religion, cursed for aye be he,  
Bears Such a mind, and His Posterity,   

IV  
Whoo'd be Dejected, though a while he bear  
Adversity, who would some three years past  
Have though, that God, So high, our cause would rear  
And with such Nemerous victories have graced  
His rightevos Cause-when we then thought to be  
A Prey to the malicious enemy.   

V  
Who in Their height of Glory, were brought low  
And made to stoop to Those They did despise,  
And made that Power above them for to know  
Which erst They wretched worms, in monstrous wise  
Blasphemed, swearing God damn them as They stood  
And sure on many was that wish made good   

VI  
But here methinks, I hear some say we buy  
And purchase our Religion at dear rate;  
Thou impious fool, had we lain still perdie,  
Thou hadst not been alive the truth to ra●e,  
For thou and we I think had sure been slain,  
Had we sat still, as now we wars maintain.   

VII  
Forbear to utter your Malignant spleen,  
And mark the end how God his cause will crown  
With glory, how oft have you lately seen  
Our Armies have the Foemen overthrown:  
Towns each day are surrendered, and we take  
Prisoners enough, an army strong to make.   

VIII  
God hath no doubt a purpose to bring on  
A work both for his glory and our good,  
You'll say it hath been the confusion  
And cause of shedding many thousands blood:  
'Twas for our sins that God this war did bring,  
But know we may have cause rejoice and sing.   

Ix.  
Some few years since when we behold and see  
The fruits of our hard labours and behold,  
This Kingdom flourish in tranquillity,  
And God's true worship as it ought extolled:  
Then shall we says o praised be the Lord,  
That we attained peace have by the sword.   

X  
Sing to the Lord a psalm of thanks and praise,  
And to his holy Temple let us bring  
An heart unspotted, let's an eccoe raise  
With our loud voices▪ may to Nations ring,  
Far distant from us, chanting loudly thus,  
praised be the Lord that hath assisted us.